Why is there always something sad about you? Probably because of your eyes. Your gaze is so thoughtful, detached, deep. It's like you're looking somewhere through the universe.
But nevertheless, you are always there, always listening and hearing. You give constructive comments and advice that really help. It's so nice to talk to you.
We can talk about art, news, and then accidentally start discussing the favorite taste of cola. I didn't know you liked cherry, Mr. Classics Fan.
"And I also love you.".. You say it in a low voice, right in my ear. And you kiss my neck.
We have such a big bed, but we still lie in the living room by the fireplace during the day. We lay down with pillows and listen to Ray Charles. And sometimes we watch detective series, because the rain gives us both migraines.
We are so happy and carefree. We are the embodiment of an ideal relationship.
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I wonder if the dreams Levi has where he sees his mom are the best ones or the worst ones
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Rando dream
The house was large, furnished, with many spacious rooms and a classic style. It was also abandoned. Like always. Moving in was as easy as walking into the door. The place was mine. I invited friends over, never a lot, always a quiet get together. Peaceful. I would offer them a stay for the night if they wanted. There were more than enough rooms. The only warning was..the ghost. Or at least that was the rumor. I didn't believe it. Nothing was there at night that wasn't there during the day, and if there was a poltergeist, it never bothered me or made it's presence known. The one thing that was a bother however, were the maggots.
It was a few days before the maggots started to appear. It was sudden, but it looked like they had been there for a while. Moving in mold, growing the size of a baseball. It was unsettling. They fed in the corners to the point of bursting. I had taken to walking around the house barefoot, the please was calm enough to. Now I saw that I had stepped on a few. It was like they where simply there. Appearing under my feet. I tried to hide the festering things from everyone. I'd find a way to clear them out. I went to my bedroom. There was a large growing pile under the bed.
(Apologies, no one likes hearing about what people dream.)
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I don't know what I'm doing on this Earth. Like, what am I doing? Nothing. I'm doing nothing. And I should be doing something. What, I don't know. No idea. No fucking clue. Which is unsettling to say the least.
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had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing
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